Reserved Seat

For the sake of keeping a low profile, they chose not to drive the police car. Out of the three people, Kang Guanyu's driving skill was notorious for making people get light concussion afterwards, Tak Jung-Hwa was still not familiar with the road yet, and thus the important task of being the driver could only fall on Mu Yuze's head.

Even before they set out on their mission, they already encountered a problem – seating position.

Tak Jung-Hwa had just wanted to slip into the shotgun seat when Mu Yuze pointed at the back, his tone bitingly cold. "You sit there."

The corner of Tak Jung-Hwa's twitched and he looked like he wanted to say something. But in the end, he merely shrugged and opened the door to the passenger seat.

"Psst, Mu Yuze." Kang Guanyu inched closer when he saw that Tak Jung-Hwa had already settled inside the car. "Did something happen between you and Jung-Hwa hyung? Why am I sensing some kind of hostility here?"